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Little Pollys Pomes 


BY 

TOM DALY 

Author of “ Carmina,” “ Canzon^” 
** Madrigali,” etc. 



NEW YORK 

THE DEVIN-ADAIR COMPANY 

1914 




Copyright, 1913, by 
THE DEVIN-ADAIR COMPANY 



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CONTENTS 




The Dark n 

Worms . . . . . . 12 

Bugs ...... 13 

The Cat. ..... 14 

Beards . . . . . . 16 

Switches . . . . . 17 

Manners . . . . . 18 

Jax ...... 20 

Kitty. ..... 22 

Teeth ...... 23 

Love ....... 24 

Travel . . . . . . 25 

Fall ...... 27 

Giving . . . . . . 28 

Exit Xmas Tree . . . . 30 

New Years . . . . . 31 

Memmory ..... 32 

Langwage . . . . . 33 

October. ..... 34 

Frost ...... 35 

March ...... 36 

School ...... 37 

Sickabed ...... 39 

Cooks ...... 40 

Fingernails . . . . . 41 

Hair ...... 42 

Poets ...... 44 

Beds ...... 45 

Crumbs ...... 46 

Temper ...... 47 

Noises ...... 48 


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Batchelors 

Fame 

The Gardner . 

The Rainy Day 
To a Lightening Bug 
Profannity 
Easter . 

Gardens . 

The Huckster 
Eggs . 

The May Queen 
Moveing 

The Morning Sun . 
Strawberries . 

Brides 
Vacation . 

The Sea . 

The Potato Race . 
The Old Arm Chair . 
Ma 

Ice Cream 
Music . 

The Ginny Hen 
The Hay-Mow 
A Day's Angling 
The Cow 

The Harvest Moon . 
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/ "J''HESE poems are indeed the work of 

Little Polly. It’s true that the name 
of Mr. Tom Daly appears on the cover as 
author, and, in one sense, he is the author. 
Since Little Polly is his child, he is, of course, 
her author; but isn’t it rather too much to 
say that he is, therefore, the author of Little 
Polly’s work ? 

Really, all that Mr. Daly claims for him- 
self in this book is the punctuation, which 
is deserving of especial attention. It will be 
noticed that Little Polly’s poems — and the 
verses are arranged as nearly as possible in 
the order in which they were produced — show 
steady improvement. Good work is infec- 
tious ; and so Mr. Daly’s punctuation grows 
better as the poems improve. 

It is hoped that this little book will 
encourage other little girls — and little boys, 
for that matter — to emulate Little Polly’s 
industry and thus add to our literature 
while broadening their own hearts and souls. 


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The Dark 

Q A says my writings ought to show 
Sometimes what I don’t like and 
I take my pen now to remark 
A few true things about The Dark. 

The Dark stays where there is no Light 
And so its always here at night 
And my Pa says Beyond a doubt 
Its just the Day turned inside out. 

But really that could never be 
For thare a Differnt Size you see. 

The Dark is small but Day is wide 
And big and broad as all outside 
And you can see Day O so far 
Away from where the houses are 
Way down to Allens Cotten Mill 
And to the top of Wister Hill. 

But you cant see the Dark much more 
Than where the Sterretts live next door. 

It creeps around the house at night 
And hopes that youll put out the light 
And sometimes when you Wake up too 
It gets so close it frightens you. 

It hates the Gas as much as Day 
And it dont like to see you play 
With matches. Thats the best remark 
That I could make about The Dark. 

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Worms 

Vm^ORMS are not just the best things out 
W I j To speak of or to see 
\| / But Pa says I must write about 
Whatever pleases me. 

The birds eat worms and my red Hen 
She likes them. Once I bit 
A fat one in an Apple when 
I aint expecting it. 

It was not nice O not at all 
But maybe it would be 
Much worse if it was not so small 
For then it might bite me. 

But only grown-up worms can bite 
And then they are a Snake 
Yet Apple worms are small and white 
So youll make no mistake 
Besides a Snake would never be 
In apples I believe 

Though once One climbed an apple tree 
And frightened Adams Eve. 

But Pa says maybe she just got 
Exsited at a small 

White worm she saw and it was not 
A real Snake after all. 

Pa often digs worms from the ground 
And puts them in a dish 
And takes them off to Simson’s Pond 
And feeds them to the fish. 



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Bugs 


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UGS are funny kinds of things 
^Some have wings and some have stings 
And some have both together 
They have no feathers no nor hair 
Nor any nice warm fur to wear 
So they dont like cold weather 


Some bugs stay indoors all the time 
And where folks sleep — but Ma says I’m 
To never mention those 
Besides they were not born at all 
In our house but came through the wall 
Or on somebody’s clothes. 


I like the outdoors bugs the best 
Although moskeetoes are a pest 
But in the hedge or thicket 
Where late in summer they are hid 
I like to hear the Katie did 
And likewise too the cricket. 


[13] 


The Cat 


C HE Cat is a Domestic An- 
imal. It is the Friend of Man 
Or mostly Ladies I should say. 

My Pa dont like them anyway 

For when Sue Brown’s folks moved out West 

And left some things among the rest 

Her black cat Ben that came one day 

Where Sue was and wont go away 

And I asked Ma if I could keep 

Poor Ben and let him eat and sleep 

In our house and she said I might 

My Pa he said to Ma that night 

“Of all sad words of Tongue or Pen 

The saddest were she might have Ben.” 

My Pa is not a cruel man 
But he just teases all he can 
And one night I can hardly wait 
Till Pa comes in our garden gate 
And I ran up to him and said 
Ben’s got some kittens in our shed! 

Then Pa said O and smiled so queer 
And told Ma something I can’t hear 
About a better name for Ben. 

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But Ma dont understand and then 
My Pa said “Dont you know that play 
We went to see the other day 
That had the Charryut Race” and ma 
Said O I see and smiled at Pa. 

But when I asked she said to me 
It’s nothing dear. And I cant see 
What Charryut Races have to do 
With nice cats like our Ben do you ? 


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Beards 


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EARDS are hairs that grow on men 
If theyre not careful now and then 
To shave themselves and once one 


grew 

Onto a real live lady too. 

That styles called Freak and its so strange 
It costs 10c and count your change 
For Ticketmen are bad and try 
To keep a little on the sly 
And then they growl and swear at you 
And ask you what your going to do 
And Uncle John said Well youd see 
If I didn’t have this child with me. 


Some animals have beards like men 
And even longer too and then 
That gives a nickname to the beast 
Like “Bruin” for the Bear. At least 
You hear folks speaking now and then 
Of “Beard” the lion in his Den. 

To raise a beard takes lots of care 
To keep it nice and thick with hair 
For if you don’t it soon gets thin 
And when I look at Grandmas chin 
I think if I would ask Id find 
She started one but changed her mind. 

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BEARDS 

When I look at grandma’s chin 



Switches 


WITCHES are a many kind 
t Some are for the Railrode train 

Some are used to make you mind 

And be good again. 



Railrode Switches cause the wrecks 
That we hear of I suppose 
I have had but little Ex- 
Perients with those. 


Once when I took Willy’s bread 
Or his cake I don’t know which 
Ma just frowned at me and said 
Go and get the Switch! 

Then I went and clomb the stairs 
Right up to the 2nd floor 
And I found one made of hairs 
In Mas buerow drawer. 

First I thought I’d make a joke 
But I put it back again 
Jokes are bad when little folks 
Give thare elders pain. 

Bible teachers find they say 
Switches in the Word of God 
But thare not like ours for they 
Call it “spare the rod.” 

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Manners 

'ANNERS in a Child are what 
Show if she is good or not 
And they must not only be 
When your out in company 
But you got to have them too 
When someboddy visits you. 

That’s the time they are most needed 
For they show how youve been breeded 
And the kind of Child you are. 

I am good because my Ma 
Tells me what to do and say 
When a child comes in to play. 

And when it is Bessie Yost 
Shes the one that comes the most 
She can have my little chair 
And she gets the biggest share 
Of the cake and biggest bite 
Of the pear for I’m polite. 

But poor Mrs. Yost I guess 
Dont care how she raises Bess 
For when I am playing there 
And we get some cake to share 
Bess she takes the biggest bit — 

But I never notice it. 

[18] 


Still though I am fond of Bess 
It would be as well I guess 
If I was to play there less. 

I remember theres a rule 
In my coppy-book in school 
That is meant for every child — 

“Who touches Pitch will be defiled." 


Jax 


v rf'AX are little iron toys 

O 1 For girls to play a game but boys 
X. W 1 " They do not like the game at all 
Although you play it with a ball 
And Tommy West he sneared one day 
When I invited him to play. 

“ It is a Sissy game said he 
Not dangerous enough for me—” 

But it is so as you will see. 


When I was playing all alone 
To-day and had my “ three-ums ” done 
I heard someboddy say my dear! 

And I looked up and standing near 
An old gray lady looked at me 
And I knew right off who was she. 

She was the little freckelled girl 
That always has her hair in curl 
And giggles all the time and fools 
And sits beside of me in school’s 
Grandmother. So she shook her head 
And held one finger up and said: 

“ Be careful child and always close 
Your mouth tight when you play with those 
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I knew a girl when I was young 

That got a jax behind her tongue 

And doctors had to cut her throat 

So they could reach and get it out 

For if the jax had stayed inside 

She would of choaked to death and died!” 

So now I scarcely breathe at all 
When I play with my jax and ball 
And Tommy needent make a fuss 
And say that jax aint dangerous. 


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Kitty 


X HAVE a little Kitty 

Which is my Joy and pride 
And when its very happy 
It makes a noise inside. 


It rubs against your ankels 
And if your skirts are long 
Be careful where your stepping 
Or you will squush its song. 

This song is called its “purring” 
But how it makes it go 
I never could discover 

But I would like to know. 


And once when I asked father 
He told me Kitty sings 
Because the little creature 
Is full of fiddel strings. 

My Papa jokes so often 
I don’t know if its so 
But still my Kitty’s helthy 
And that’s Enough to know. 

For when I feed my Kitty 
Until its satisfide 
It licks its little whiskers 
And makes a noise inside. 

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Teeth 

^^^-^EETH are made of Ivory 
# C j Which is hard as hard can be 
^^^^And they grow up in your jaws 
Early in your life because 
Even in your baby Hood 
You must learn to chew your food. 
Then to keep them nice and white 
You must clean them morn and night 
And be sure to rench the cup 
And to hang your toothbrush up 
Or you’ll lose your teeth some day. 

You will lose some anyway 
And till new ones take their places 
Youll be making funny faces 
And can’t help it just like me. 

My front teeth are out you see 
And thares fresh ones comming in 
But thare holes now when I grin 
And they just Spoil everything 
When you try to talk or sing. 

But I would not mind a bit 
If I dident have to sit 
Hungry sometimes at my dinner 
Like the unregenert sinner 
In the Gospel Word of Mark 
Who was cast in outer Dark 
Where he only used his teeth 
To nash his wedding garment with. 
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Love 

H OVES a little God with wings 
No one is affraid of 
Though it stirs the blood and strings 
That your Heart is made of. 

There are Bad loves but I think 
They live in the stummick 
As for instants Love of Drink 
Like the gardener Domnick. z 
But I do not wish to speak 
Of these horrid matters 
Which will make your eyes look weak 
And your cloathes in tatters. 

True Love makes the eyes shine bright 
And most stylish dressing 
When the lover comes at night 
Hoping some carressing. 

For a wife Love makes you plan 
If you are male human 
Or it makes you choose a man 
If you are a woman. 

When two come together thus 
It is called “ make-matching.” 

Love is always dangerous 
And its very catching 
And folks soon are grooms and brides 
When thare hearts get mated 
But I am too young besides 
I am vaxinated. 


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Travel 

^^^■^RAVEL takes you way out Yonder 
■ ^ j Where strange Places are 

^^^^And it makes the Heart grow fonder 
When you travel far 
For you always think of sending 
From wherere you roam 
Picture postcards thus befriending 
Those who stay at home. 

And it only costs a penny 
To be so polite 
So you ought to send as many 
As youve time to write 
To the friends you leave so lonely 
Waiting sad at heart 
Writing on the front side only 
Not the picture part. 

I bought one to send my neighbor 
Playmate Gladdis Brown 
When I went with Pa on Labor 
Day to Hummelstown. 

But it wasent safe for Mailing 
I confess with shame 
For I did’t know the spelling 
Of her maiden name. 

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So I handed it to Mother 
When we come back home 
And she put it with the other 
Picture cards we own. 

After all when you are wending 
Over land or sea 
It is best to be befriending 
Your own family 

With the cards wherere youre going 
So when callers come 
You can have the cards for showing 
You have traveled some. 


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Fall 


H EAVES are falling so we call 
This sad time of year The Fall. 
Just as once when everything 
Flowers lambs and grass were found 
Jumping right up from the ground 
Everybody called it Spring. 


It is plain to understand 
Why such gladness fills the land 
When the time of Spring is here 
For its Summer right next door. 
But when fall winds start to roar 
You must nearly wait a year. 


Still the patient Christian child 
Always faithful meek and mild 
Praises God with grateful Song 
Loving all His seasons well 
Just as much when Fall has fell 
As when Spring has sprung. 


[27] 


Giving 



’LL Christians who correctly live 
Know it is better far to give 
Than to receive 
And that should be the greatest joy 
To every Christian girl and boy 
On Christmas Eve. 

I’ve bought some gifts to make folks glad 
And so much joy I have not had 
Since I was born 

And I’ll rejoice to watch their eyes 
And see their pleasure and surprise 
On Christmas morn. 

Of course I’ve told some folks I’ve got 
Some things for them but not just what 
And I declare 

If they in turn should fail to bring 
Or send to me a single thing 
I would not care. 

Ma knows I’ve bought a gift for her 
And when she asked what I prefer 
I tell her such 

And such and such — or if I got 
Just one would please me for I’m not 
Expecting much. 

[28] 


Its what Im going to give I said 
Will make me happy going to bed 
On Christmas Eve — 

Besides you know the Bible text 
“ Blessed are they that dont Expect 
They shall receive.” 


[29] 


Exit Xmas Tree 



Y Pa last night took down our tree 
And I’m as glad as I can be 
That I was not around to see 
For it would make me feel the same 
As when the cloryform man came 
And put some of it on our cat 
Because it was too old and fat 
And all its fur had got too sore 
To be fit company any more. 

You see the cat had come to be 

Just like one of the family 

And what was once our household pet 

We cannot ever quite forget 

So when the poor thing up and died 

For days and days I cried and cried. 

Of course a tree is not a cat 

And you dont love it quite like that 

But still Im glad as I can be 

That I was not around to see 

When Pa last night took down our tree. 


New Tear s 

me not in mournful language 
4 ^ j That your Hopes are torn and bruised 

^^^✓For a New Year is before you 
Which has never yet been used 


If the old Year brought you sorrow 
Poverty or any pain 
You can start right in tomorrow 
And be strong and glad again 

Life is really very earnest 

Take your chances while they last 
For the mill is never turning 
With the water that is past 

Let us then be up and doing 
For the time is very brief 
And the New Year will be better 
If we turn another leaf. 


Memmory 

[EMMORY is what you use 
So you wont misslay or lose 
[Schoolbooks or perhaps your slate 
And when morning comes be late. 



Memmory also is the part 
Of your brain that learns by heart 
And it helps your brain to keep 
Lessons fresh while your asleep. 


Every child must have a brain 
So that she may see things plain 
And be right and go ahead 
In the path that she must tread 


Memmory is when the mind 
Turns around and looks behind 
So we all should have a care 
Not to leave much badness there. 


Memmory is always sad 
When the things it sees are bad 
So to keep the Memmory bright 
We must always do things right. 

Thus when we are old we’ll be 
O so glad if Memmory 
Sees that we were never late 
By forgetting books or slate. 

[32] 


Langwage 


H ANGWAGE is what People use 
When they wish to air their 
In a book or speech 
So we have to learn it young 
Starting with the Mother Tongue 
That our Mothers teach. ' 


First its English that you get 
French you do not study yet 
Not unless youre rich 
And you have a Govnoress 
Who will tell you how to guess 
Which of them is which. 


Mixing Langwage breaks Gods laws 
And you know that was the cause 
Tower of Babbel fell 
For the workmen got confused 
From the many tongues they used 
As the Scriptures tell. 

“ Babbel ” is our word for such 
Nowadays that talk so much 
We dont understand 
So its always best for each 
To be learning just the speech 
Of his native land. 


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October 

X DO not like the poets who 
Write lines about October 
And always say it makes them blue 
Because it rhymes with sober. 

October is a lovely time 

All crimson brown and golden 
Both here or in a foreign clime 
Its lovely for beholding. 

Of course some days it may be cold 
When sunlight is not shining 
Yet every cloud will have a gold 
Or else a silver lining. 

I do not mind its clouds a bit 
But welcome it quite hearty 
Because my birthday comes in it 
And I will have a party. 


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Frost 

H ROST is what the winter night 
Leaves upon the withered grass 
So that in the morning light 
We can see how cold it was. 
Sometimes even while in bed 
We can read the Message plain 
From the pretty pictures spread 
On the sparkling window pane 
And they seem to blink and say 
Summer now is past and gone 
It is very cold to-day 

Mind you keep your mittons on. 

Then your Mother overhalls 
All the packages upstairs 
Put away in camphore balls 
For your heavy underwares 
Then she brings them in and you 
Try them on to let her know 
Whether you can make them do 
For another year or so. 

When youre up and dressed again 
It is nice to go and see 
All those pictures on the pane 
Cold and bright as they can be. 

But before its time for school 
Nearly all the frost has run 
Down into a little pool 
Where it melted in the sun ! 

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March 

X F you don’t know how it came 

That some months received their name 
You would not be much to blame 
But there’s one month of the year 
Chrissened March and you are queer 
If the reason is not clear. 

All you need when March has come 
Is to leave your city home 
And go out where you may roam 
In the fields or in the Park 
Where its still enough to hark 
What Dame Nature dost remark. 

There by night as well as day 
This is what youll hear her say 
“Clear out Winter March away 
March up little birds and sing 
Grass, leaves, blossoms, everything 
Forward March for it is Spring ! ” 


[36] 


School 



fCHOOL is very good indeed 
For your Education 
r And its just the thing you need 
After your vakation 
For if you kept running wild 
Through the winter season 
You might be a helthy child 
But youd loose your Reason. 

That would make you act so bad 
Noboddy could hold you 
Which would make your Parents sad 
And theyd say “ I told you.” 

So when school lets in do not 
Fly into a passion — 

Anyway at first you got 
Only half a session. 

So you need not study hard 
Not enough to hurt you 
Honesty s its own reward 
Likewise also Virtue. 

Teacher loves you and you ought 
Not be laughing at her 
And besides if you are caught 
Its no laughing matter. 

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And remember its a sin 
Not to learn your lesson— 
Besides if they dont keep you in 
Its only half a session. 

So why should you sulk indeed 
After your vakation 
School is just the thing you need 
For your Education. 


[38] 


Sickabed 

^TT^HEN I am sick with Tonsilights 
W I j And have to go to bed 
VAx Im often wakefull in the nights 
And sleep by day instead 
Which makes it very hard indeed 
To pass the time away. 

For I can see to sew or read 
When I’m awake by day 
But when I lie there in the dark 
With both eyes open wide 
Theres nothing I can do but hark 
And hear my heart inside. 

It never sleeps but moves around 
And sometimes comes so near 
I hear it when it starts to pound 
Like Sixty in my ear. 

But after while it goes away 
And then first thing I know 
The sun is shining and its day 
And Mother says Hello 
And she is standing by my bed 
And she has brought me up 
A slice or two of toasted bread 
And warm brawth in a cup 
And when the toast that tastes so fine 
Dont scratch my throat why then 
I know it is the surest sign 
That I am well again 
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Cooks 

C OOKS are either black or white 
Some are cross and some polite 
Some are false and some are true 
But no matter what they do 
You must humer them or they 
Will pack up and go away 
Or they will give Notice then 
You must coaxe them back again. 

And I’m going to cooking school 
So I will not have to fool 
With such creatures when I grow 
Big enough to have a Beou 
Who will take the Marriage vows 
And we go to keeping house 
Either here or foreign lands 
With a family on my hands. 


[40] 


Fingernails 

E INGERNAILS are given us 
To protect the tenderness 
Of the flesh beneath 
We must keep them clean and cut 
Shortly and quite neatly but 
Never with the teeth. 

If you bite your nails its bad 
And the training you have had 
Shows there at a Glance 
And it makes you nerveous so 
Very soon first thing you know 
Its Saint Vitals Dance. 

If you would do nothing wrong 
Never let your nails get long 
Or the edges black 
Cut them every week or two 
And as soon as you are through 
Put the scissors back. 


[41] 


Hair 

n AIR is woman’s glory crown 

Black or red or chestnut brown 
Done in plats or hanging down 
It is meant to give a grace 
To the beauty of the face 
Even when the face is plain 
It is helpful in the main. 

I mean hair thats on the head 
But on chin or lip instead 
It is called “superfulous” 

And it is not good for us. 

If when youre a woman grown 
Lovely tresses you would own 
You must start when youre a girl 
Learning how to braid and curl 
And to comb it morn and night 
So to keep it growing right 
And to get the tangles out 
You must know what youre about 
And be very patient too 
And as soon as you are through 
You must take the combings all 
Roll them in a little ball 
[42] 


And then put the useless hair 
In your hair receiver where 
All such things are meant to lay 
Out of everybody’s way. 

It is troublesome I know 
But if you will treat it so 
You will find when you are grown 
Hair is woman’s glory crown. 


Poets 

Q OETS are not made but born 

That is why thayre viewed with scorn 
By the manufacturer 
For he thinks the things thats made 
In his business or trade 

Are the best that ever were. 

Tradesmen have but little use 
For the singing of the muse 
And the tradesman never cares 
For a poem not one bit 
Since he cant be using it 
In the making of his wares. 

But the tradesman must be told 
There are better things than gold 
Money is not everything 
And the folks of many lands 
Gladly rise and clap their hands 
When the noble poet sings. 

And they only need to look 
In my Sixth Grade Reading book 
To behold name after name 
That will be remembered more 
Than the name on any store 
For thayre very full of fame. 


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Beds 


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EDS are of so many kind 
You cant count them all at least 
Hundreds of them you will find 
That are used by man and beast 


And there are some others too 

That you could not use for sleep 
Brooks and rivers have a few 
And a cradel in the deep 


Then there is the pretty bed 
Where the lovely flowers grow 
Violets blue and roses red 

When the summer breezes blow 

But the one I love the best 
Is my own dear little bed 
Where I lay me down to rest 
After all my prayers are said 


[ 45 ] 


Crumbs 

C RUMBS you think because thayre small 
Are not much account at all 
But the purpose of my Song 
Is to show that you are wrong. 

Crumbs are what you should not make 
When you eat your bread or cake 
And with them to make a mess 
Ma calls “grocers carelessness.” 

Crumbs when left about the house 
Will attract a Rat or Mouse 
Or the roaches or the flies 
All of which I do despise. 

Out of doors thayre better things 
And when sparrows flop their wings 
On your snowy window sill 
Give them Crumbs to eat their fill. 

Crumbs the Bible tells to us 
Dives refused to Larazus 
And to hell he had to sink 
Where he could not get a drink. 

So you see though they are small 
Crumbs are useful after all 
And besides they teach us too 
What we should and should not do. 


[46] 


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Temper 

X HAVE a little temper 
That lives inside of me 
And long as it remains there 
Its good as it can be. 

I do not know exactly 
Just where it makes its nest, 

But it is only happy 
When it has gone to rest. 

And it would make me naughty 
If it got out of place 
And came out like a fire 
And showed upon my face. 

But I will watch my temper 
And keep it in controll 
And then I will be certain 
To save my little soul. 


[ 47 ] 


Noises 


H OUD noise is for the day-time 
When all the world is bright 
And very few are sleeping 
But it is not for night. 


And yet the night has noises 
And when the shadows fall 
Come sounds we never notice 
When day-time’s here at all. 


Sometimes when I am restless 
And cannot go to sleep 
I hear queer little creatures 
About my bedside creep. 


And often when I listen 

Off somewhere in the house 
I hear a dripping spicket 
And once I heard a mouse. 


But Pa says when I tell him 
About these little things 
Thats just your angel guardeen 
Flop-flopping with its wings. 
[48] 


Of course I know much better 
And yet Ive always found 
Most noises at my bedside 
Have got a sleepy sound. 

And something soft like feathers 
Smooths down my eyelids then 
Theres nothing I remember 
Until its day again. 


[ 49 ] 


Batchelors 

g MALE that’s bigger than a boy 
And 20 years or more 
But has not shared the married joy 
Is called a batchelor. 

Your uncles mostly are this kind 
And I myself have two 
They have no troubles on their mind 
And so are good to you. 

For they are not tied down at all 
But have their Liberty 
And so are blessed with what you call 
The “foot and fancy free.” 

One batchelor is Uncle Will 
For he is mother’s brother 
But he was not an uncle till 
My father married mother 

It is a little child you see 
Makes man a father or 
An uncle fond and true if he 
Is just a batchelor. 

And though I love my father still 
And could not love him more 
Im very fond of Uncle Will 
Who is a batchelor. 

[50] 



FAME 


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Fame 

© HAT this fickel World calls Fame 
Is when people speak your name 
Saying pleasant things of you 
Infamy is when you find 
People speaking out their mind 
Finding fault with what you do. 


There are fames of different sort 
Like the Kings who hold their court 
In the royal lands afar 
But it is a President 
Who is the most famous gent 
In this country where we are. 

Many people day by day 
Get quite famous in their way 
Since thayre kindly talked about 
Like our neighbor Mrs Smith 
Who was operated with 
And her index taken out. 

Fame is very nice and yet 
People very soon forget 

And they take back what they gave 
Presidents and all must go 
For the glory paths you know 
Only lead you to the grave. 


[Si] 


The Gardner 


C HE Gardner wears blue overhauls 
An old hat on his head 
And says “ I, I, sir,” when Pa calls 
And his face is very red. 


But where his throat shows underneath 
Its freckelled up and brown 
He keeps a pipe between his teeth 
And he smokes it upside down. 


And when he asks you what you wish 
And comes into the hall 
His voice smells like our chaffing dish 
That burns with alcohol. 


He dont come often in the hall 
For I have heard cook say 
She does not like him near at all 
And draws her skirts away. 

So he is mostly out of doors 
Where fragrant breezes blow 
Among the grasses and the flowers 
And it is better so. 


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The Rainy Day 

© HE sky is very dark and gray 
And it is pouring raining 
And here it is a Saturday 
But I am not complaining. 


The garden walks are drenching wet 
The waterspout is spouting 
I fear to-day I will not get 
A chance to have my outing. 


And yet I do not pout to see 
The raindrops flood the gutter 
Because I know it would not be 
Of any use to mutter. 

It is no use to growl because 
The day is dark and dreary 
For we must bow to Nature’s laws 
Although they make us weary. 


Into each life must fall some rain 
Some day be dark and clouded 
For we will not be free from pain 
Till in the grave we’re shrouded, 


To a Lightening Bug 


C WINKLE twinkle little bug 
With your lantren bright 
What is it you seek to find 
In the summer night 


Is it for a baby bug 
Now you are in quest 
Lost or straid that should be snug 
In its little Nest 


Or if all your little ones 
Safe are tucked in bed 
Is it drops of dew you seek 
That they may be fed 

Tell me have your little ones 
Shining lantrens too 
And will they light up your home 
To be guiding you 

Twinkle twinkle little bug 
With your lantren bright 
What is it you seek to find 
In the summer night ? 


[ 54 ] 


Profannity 


X AM not a tattle tale 

But I know that I would fail 
To perform my duty well 
If I did not go and tell 
When my little sister Jane 
Said a word that was profane. 

It was in our yard one day 
While we were engaiged at play 
Jane fell down and bumped her head 
And she rose in wrath and said 
Such a very naughty word 
You would wonder where she heard 
Such a bad profannity. 

Then I took her hand and we 
Went inside to mother dear 
And I whispered in her ear 
What the word was Jane had said 
Mother frowned and shook her head 
And I thought that she would cry 
Little Jane began to lie 
Out of it and say that what 
She had really said was not 
“ Gosh ” at all but only “ Bosh.” 

[ 55 ] 


Mother took her in to wash 
Out her mouth with cast steel soap 
And she told her now I hope 
You will never be profane 
Or attempt to lie again. 

I am not a tattle tale 
But I know that I would fail 
To perform my duty well 
If I had not gone to tell. 


[ 56 ] 


Easter 

X WALKED out in the country 
And all was cold and gray 
But suddenly a little bird 
Began to sing away 
Why do you sing I asked him 
And thus he seemed to say 

I do not know the reason 
I am a simple thing 
I only know this season 
It is my time to sing 

I walked a little further 

The fields were brown and dead 
But suddenly a violet 
Raised up its little head 
Why do you grow I asked it 
And this is what it said 

I cannot tell the reason 
I really do not know 
I only know this season 
It is my time to grow 
[ 57 ] 


I met some little children 
As happy as could be 
And they were walking homeward 
From Sunday school you see 
Said I why are you happy 
And thus they spoke to me 

This is the happy season 
For Sorrow now has fled 
Because our Lord is risen 
Is risen from the dead 

I went my way rejoicing 

How kind our Lord and King 
To rise again at Easter 

Which always comes in spring 
When violets are growing 
And birds begin to sing 

So hail the happy season 
When all our griefs are dead 
Because our Lord is risen 
Is risen from the dead. 


Gardens 

X HAVE a little garden 

And I am proud of it 
And love my work so dearly 
I never want to quit 
It is a noble pastime 
And very healthful too 
For when youre in your garden 
No evil comes to you 
But only pleasant thinking 
For it is good to know 
That God Himself made gardens 
So very long ago. 

The first He made was Eden 
Which was a perfect place 
But it has gone completely 
And never left a trace 
God made it very lovely 
But when the serpent came 
And tempted our first parents 
It never was the same. 

There was another garden 
More sorrowful to view 
Although it was the garden 
From which Religion grew 
For where our Saviour suffered 
For sake of you and me 
Was in that other garden 
That’s called Gethsemmanee. 

[•59] 


And now in every garden 

What grows up from the sod 
Is carrying some message 

That makes you think of God 
Though you might never know it 
Or guess the Lords design 
Unless your Bible teacher 
Lived right next door like mine. 
But anyway a garden 

Will help to make you neat 
And keep you out of mischief 
Because youre off the street. 


[6 o] 


The Huckster 

huckster who comes down 
£ street 

^^^^His name is Dusenberry 
And he has all good things to eat 
And he is always merry 
No matter if the sun is hot 
Or it is dark and raining 
He does not care for he is not 
Unhappy or complaining 
But always as he goes along 
He sings a funny little song. 


“ Ho, ladies here’s the huckster man 
What does the werry best he can 
To please you veil and bring you luck 
Come buy your fruit and garden truck 
From Dutchy Dusenberry.” 


He does not talk correct or nice 
This Mr. Dusenberry 
He always says “ two vice ” for “ twice ” 
And “werry fine” for “very” 

But even if his Goods were high 
And others sold them cheaper 
Im sure it would be his I’d buy 
[61] 


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If I was our housekeeper 
I like to hear him come along 
And sing his funny little song 

“ Ho, ladies here’s the huckster man 
What does the werry best he can 
To please you veil and bring you luck 
Come buy your fruit and garden truck 
From Dutchy Dusenberry.” 


[62] 


Eggs 


(OMETIMES in school our teacher says 
Now let us for a change 
r Consider Natures wondrous ways 
They are so very strange'. 


And then she talks of things that grow 
Upon the sea and land 
And there is much we ask to know 
And cannot understand. 


And most of all I like to learn 
The mystery of eggs 
And why the juice inside should turn 
To feathers wings and legs. 

There is no creature I believe 
Thats blacker than a crow 
And yet the eggs which they achieve 
Are always white as snow. 

“We know not why ” our teacher said 
“ We only know its true 
And that the robbins breast is red 
And all its eggs are blue.” 

[63] 



I think it is a wondrous thing 
Theres so much Nature makes 
That it can be remembering 
And never make mistakes. 

Then teacher says “ It is not odd 
For Nature is the hand 
Of our most wise and gracious God 
Who rules the sea and land.” 


[64] 


The May Queen 

Q OW comes the month of May so mild 
So merry and so green 
And if you were an English child 
You might be made its queen 
For there they gamble on the grass 
And pluck the blooming flowers 
With which to crown some pretty lass 
Unless there should be showers. 

Which very often is the case 
Because they must admit 
That England is a cloudy place 
With lots of rain in it 
And poet Tennyson relates 
Of one May queen he knew 
Who met the saddest of all fates 
And quickly passed from view 
Her mother called her early and 
She caught her death of cold 
And very soon with tearful hand 
They laid her in the mold. 

When you are young to pass away 
At any time is bad 
But when it is the month of May 
It makes it doubly sad. 

But come this is no time or place 
For such a doleful thing 
So let us wear a cheerful face 
And dance about and sing! 

[ 6 5 ] 


Besides this is not England so 
With ordinary care 
We need not be afraid to go 
A-Maying anywhere. 

And pluck the flowers as they grow 
Wherever they are found 
And yet we should remember though 
To not sit on the ground. 


[ 66 ] 


Moveing 



k Y father lately bought a house 
Upon Installment Plan 
[And I may have to finish this 
Inside a moveing van. 

Of course thats just my little joke 
Yet it is nearly true 
The moveing men downstairs will come 
Up here when they are through 
And I will have to scamper then 
And get out of their way 
For we must be away from here 
By 6 p. m. to-day. 


Don’t think because I made a joke 
That I am feeling gay 
For I am very sad indeed 
To think of going away. 

This is the house where I was born 
And spent my youthful years 
And in its rooms Ive played and laughed 
And also shed some tears 
And I could shed a couple now 
If no one else was near 
Because I love so many things 
I must be leaving here. 

[67] 


The cherry tree out in the yard 
The grape vine by the shed 
The street lamp that shines in my room 
When I am tucked in bed. 

The new house may be very nice 
But I will never find 
So many friendly things in it 
Like I must leave behind. 

But see ! the moveing men approach 
And they will soon be here 
And so farewell ! a long farewell 
To everything so dear. 


[ 68 ] 


The Morning Sun 

ATf^E’RE moved in now to our new house 
ill And I dont miss the other one 
And I believe the reason is 
Because we have the morning sun. 

For where we use to live before 
It did not come to us so soon 
And sunlight is much staler if 
It dont get round till afternoon. 

But here it shines right on my bed 
Before I am awake at all 
And I get up so spry and quick 
That mother never has to call. 

And then downstairs at breakfast time 
It dances on the plates and things 
And everybody looks so bright 
And O how the canary sings. 

And then I think it is not strange 
That men who live in jails are bad 
The walls are made so high and gray 
It is enough to make them sad. 

And I dont think in all this world 
Would be a naughty child not one 
Or grow up into wicked men 

If they could have the morning sun. 

[69] 


Strawberries 




[OST every morning now in May 
While on my way to school I 
[I meet a huckster on the way 
Who shouts his wares, but most of all 
I like to hear him stand and call : 

“ Here’s reddy ripe strawberries O I ” 


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And sometimes when I sit in class 
And should be studying I know 
I listen when the wagons pass 
And I can almost always tell 
Whose carts they are before they yell 
“ Here’s reddy ripe strawberries O 1 ” 

But later when we’re all at tea 

There’s nothing that delights me so 
As just to have in front of me 
A dish of sweetness piled up high 
And drenched with cream and I can cry : 
“ Here’s reddy ripe strawberries O ! ” 


[70] 


Brides 

X T is the lovely month of June 

And wedding bells are all in tune 
And brides are dressed in white 
Though some prefer a travelling gown 
To get more quickly out of town 
Upon the wedding night. 

But it is not the clothes they wear 
For which the happy brides should care 
So much as whats inside 
It is the loving heart you know 
And faithfulness and health that go 
To make the perfect bride. 

So do not mind if you are poor 
It makes the bride groom love you more 
When both of you are old 
If he can look at you and say 
My darling did not give away 
Her heart for sorted gold. 

So let us all be blythe and gay 
And send the couple on their way 
With faces smiling bright 
It is the lovely month of June 
And wedding bells are all in tune 
And brides are dressed in white. 

C 71 ] 


V acation 


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OOKS will soon be laid away 
And youll hear the children shout 

As they hurry off to play 

“School is out O school is out.” 


And there will not be a thing 
To disturb their merryment 
But to romp and dance and sing 
To their little hearts content. 


And when Teacher thinks about 
All the work that she has had 
Now that school is done no doubt 
Teacher too is also glad. 

Teachers scholars girls and boys 
Welcome now the summers rest 
But there’s no vacation joys 
For the one who loves us best. 

It is Mother dear who gets 

Extra work when school is through 
All day long she toils and frets 
Keeping mischief out of you. 

So then all the summer day 
Little lady little man 
Dont think only of your play 
Help dear Mother all you can. 


[72] 


The Sea 


^^^^HIS earth is partly made of land 
I ^ 1 But most of it is sea 
^^^^Though many cannot understand 
How such a thing can be 
For those who live in Western States 
Like Cleveland or St. Paul 
See only rivers ponds and lakes 
Which are not large at all. 

But when you learn Geography 
If you will look with care 
For every ocean you will see 
How much of it is there. 


The sea is never fit to drink 
It’s salty you will find — 

There is a cause for this I think 
But cannot call to mind. 

There is another thing besides 
Whose cause I do not know 
And that is what they call the tides 
That wander to and fro. 

There’s much I do not understand 
But one thing I can say 
For bathing in the sea is grand 
Upon a summer day. 


[ 73 ] 


The Potato Race 

X T was at our Sunday School 
Picnic out at Shady Pool 
Where we went the other day 
We had every kind and sort 
Of athletic game and sport 
Passing happy hours away. 

All the games were lots of fun 
And I very nearly won 

What they call Potato Race 
If I would of hurried more 
I would win the prize for sure 
Still I was in second place. 

And besides the winners prize 
Did not seem so very nice 
It was just a tennis ball 
If to win you must be thin 
Tall and plain like Bessie Flynn 
You don’t envy her at all. 

In our work or in our play 
If no prizes come our way 
We can do without it 
All of us must keep our places 
Some can win Potato Races 
But they cannot write about it. 


The Old Arm Chair 

have an old arm chair 
T I j Thats stuffed with horses hair 
VJ^XAnd covered with a leather back and 
seat 

And so big you must sit 
Right on the edge of it 
To touch the parlor carpet with your feet. 


And yet it has been said 
My Grandpa who is dead 
Was large enough to fill it up entire 
And he would often sit 
For hours and hours in it 
And go to sleep before the open fire. 

And often too no doubt 
His money would roll out 
And he would never think of where it went 
For once down in the crack 
Between the seat and back 
I felt around and found a copper cent. 


If we would rip the chair 
We might find treasure there 
But I am sure that we will never try 
We keep the queer old thing 
For memmories that cling 
Remembering our dear Auntcestor by. 

[ 75 ] 



Ma 

[Y Ma is very wonderful 

And just as good and kind 
As any little boy or girl 
In all this world could find 
For when you don’t feel pretty good 
Or bumped yourself or fell 
You go and let her hugg you up 
And pretty soon youre well. 

You put your head on her where she’s 
So soft and cry a while 
And after that first thing you know 
You lift your Head and smile. 

And you can ask Luella Lee 
How kind Ma is she knows 
Since yesterday when she fell down 
And tord her Sunday does. 

Luella sat on our front porch 
And cried and cried and cried 
She hasent got a Ma herself 
For she had gone and died 
And they had put her in a grave 
Where all dead People are 
And so I took Luella’s hand 
And brought her to my Ma 
And told her here’s a little girl 
Thats fell and tord her dress 
And hasent any mother now 
To hugg her and I guess 
[76] 


If you would take her on your lap 
The way you do to me 
She wouldent cry so much or care 
How tord her dress might be. 

Then Ma said “ Bless the little Heart ” 
And held her arms out wide 
And took Luella into them 
And smiled and kind of cried. 

Luella cried a little bit 
And I cried some and then 
Luella smiled and kissed my Ma 
And we were glad again. 


[ 77 ] 


Ice Cream 

X N the summer it would seem 
Everybody likes ice cream 
Everybody young and old 
But it must be eaten cold 
For when melted by the heat 
It is seldom fit to eat. 

So I’m sure I need not say 
I was happy yesterday 
Afternoon to see my mother 
Give some money to my brother 
And to hear her tell him : “ Ben 
Get a pound of tea and then 
Take a butter pail and stop 
At McKenzie’s ice cream shop 
For a quart of strawberry.” 

I was happy as could be 
And I just could hardly wait 
Till he came. But he was late 
And I fussed and fretted so 
Mother said to me : “You know 
There are always three or four 
Women in the grocery store; 

Ben must wait his turn you see 
Till he gets his pound of tea.” 

[78] 


What my mother said was true 
But alas she little knew 
What had really come to pass. 

For when Ben came in at last 
It was half an hour quite 
And his face was very white. 
Mother took the pail and found 
All the ice cream floating round 
With a sickening splashy sound 
Of all messes just the worst ! 

Ben had bought the ice cream first 
So that he would have it sure 
But ice cream will not endure 
And we had to throw it out. 

Was not Ben a silly lout ! 

Mother’s angry with him yet 
And I’m sure I’ll not forget. 


[ 79 ] 


Music 


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^USIC is the grandest gift 
Unto Humans given 
vlt is what the Angels make 
Round the throne of Heaven 
And when they come down to Earth 
Music follows them 
As the watchful shepherds heard 
Once in Bethlahem. 


So if in the relms above 
Music’s home belongs 
It is only visiting 

When it fills our songs 
Like a lovely guest it stays 
While we sing but when 
All the house is still it goes 
To its home again. 


[ 80] 


The Ginny Hen 


^TT^E’VE come on our vacation to 
|l| The dear old farm again. 

\mS The same old dear old things we view 
Like in the past but then 
This year there’s something strange and new 
It is a Ginny Hen. 


The Leg Horn hens cry “Clack, cluck, clack” 
The fat white ducks go “Quack, quack, quack” 
But the Ginny ’s song 
The whole day long 
Is just “Come back, come back! ” 

I do not like the Ginny’s song 
It really only squeals 
Indeed the bird itself looks wrong 
To me frcri head to heels 
When on the ground it runs along 
It seems to be on wheels. 


I can not find the eggs it lays 
It hides its nest in funny ways. 
When I go near 
It screams with fear 
“Come back, come back,” it says. 

[81] 


The Hay-Mow 

O UR farmer picked his hay so soon 
We did not see it grow 
For that was in July or June 
Before we came you know. 

And so I cannot tell you how 
It looked at first you see 
But it is in the hay-mow now 
And thats enough for me. 

To me indeed it matters not 
The way the hay was made 
The hay-mow is the nicest spot 
In which I ever played. 

For if it is a cloudy day 
And steady rain should start 
I have the hay-mow where I play 
With a contented heart. 

And when Im tired from the strain 
Of playing games, I love 
To lie and listen to the rain 
Upon the roof above 
Of course most times I’d rather play 
Out in the air and sun 
But still upon a rainy day 
The hay-mow’s jolly fun. 

.[82] 


A Day* s Angling 

H N angler is a fisherman 

Who goes out fishing when he can 
Not for the fish that may be caught 
And sold for cash but just for sport. 

If like my father you are smart 
And understand the angling art 
With rod and line you ought to get 
Almost as many as a net. 

For Father knows what hooks are best 
For some are better than the rest 
And he can tell what kind of bait 
The different fishes like to eat 
And on his rod he has a wheel 
That winds the line that’s called a real 
And theres a basket called a creel 
In which the fish that he may get 
Are put with moss to keep them wet. 

And Father has some books that give 
The places where the fishes live 
And also tells what time of year 
You are allowed for fishing there. 

So yesterday he rowed away 
To hunt for bass fish all the day 
[83] 


But I and mother did not go 
But stayed at home and waited so 
That we could be prepared to cook 
The fine fresh fish that he would hook. 
So Father fished the livelong day 
And yet I must regret to say 
From early morn till he was done 
He did not even angle one. 

And yet I hope to write a rhyme 
About some better luck next time. 


[84] 


The Cow 

X LIKE to watch the cow and think 
Of all it means to me. 

At home when I have milk to drink 
Or sometimes cream in tea 
Because I do not see the cow 
I never think about it. 

But on the farm I wonder how 
We could get on without it. 

I stood for quite a while to-day 
To see how milk is made. 

I watched a flock of cows when they 
Were feeding in the shade 
And they would eat some grass at first 
And then they went and stood 
Right in the brook to cure their thirst 
And then they chewed their cud. 

And most important it would seem 
Is this strange cud they chew 
Because it turns to milk and cream 
As soon as they are through. 

[8S] 


At milking time the farmer takes 
The milk and cream so sweet 
And with the cream he often makes 
The butter that we eat. 

So here with milk and cream to drink 
And butter too you see 
I like to watch the cow and think 
Of all it means to me. 


[ 86 ] 


The Harvest Moon 

C HE harvest moon though just the same 
As other moons is called that name 
Because it comes when summer’s sun 
Has warmed the crops until they’re done. 
The people living in the town 
They do not mind the harvest moon 
And may not notice it at all. 

Like other moons it starts quite small 
A little strip quite thin and pale 
Just like a clipped off fingernail 
But every night it grows and grows 
And every night more strong it glows, 

But city folks could never guess 

How beautiful it is unless 

They came out here to spend their nights 

Where there are no Electric lights. 

Last Saturday I stayed up late 
It must have been till halfpast 8 
Because the moon was full and we 
Were all out on the porch to see 
The jolly big round face arise 
Above the hill into the skies. 

And while we waited it was fun 
I laughed and joked with every one 
[87] 


But when at last somebody said 
Look there she is ! and broad and red 
The great moon peeped above the hill 
It was so grand and strange and still 
My heart jumped up inside of me 
As if it too would like to see 
And something hurt my throat inside 
So much I almost could of cried. 

O people living in the town 

They do not know the Harvest moon! 


[ 88 ] 


Nuts 

^■^E’VE left the farm but I regret 
|l| We came away too soon to get 

A chance to hunt the nuts that grow 
Among the woods of Pocono. 

They were not ripe when we were there 
For frost was not yet in the air, 

But now if you were there you’d find 
A lot of every different kind. 

The chestnut in its stickly burr 
That’s lined inside with velvet fur 
Falls, after frost, upon the ground 
Where it is very quickly found 
And its the very best to eat 
The shell is thin and full of meat. 

But shellbarks wall and hazle nuts 
Make trouble, for the shell that shuts 
The meat inside will bother you 
Until you take a rock or two 
And crack the kernel into view. 

Don’t use your teeth on such a shell, 
Though squirrels do it very well, 

And what is still more funny yet 
The little woolly worms can get 
[89] 


DEC 22 1913 


Right through the hardest nut that grows 
And they have nothing but a nose — 

At least they have no teeth at all 
As far as I can now recall. 

We’ve left the farm and I regret 
We missed these ripened nuts and yet 
Our duty calls us loud and clear 
To get an education here. 

Into the schoolhouse now we go 
And we are glad and yet I know 
It certainly would please us more 
If chestnuts grew beside the door. 


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